Posted in bringing real back

I only brought my worship

I spoke to you in color
I sang to you in tune
I only brought my worship
on this carefree afternoon..

Let’s welcome
the sunshine
always touch the rain,
dance like we are holy
and cling to joy’s refrain…

And when the moon arises
from the dark side
of the sky,
I’ll tell you all my secrets
I’ll hold you when you cry…

We’ll reconsider
the beauty
of our broken dreams,
make our home
with the time lords
and swim in living streams..

I’ll be the child
I once was
so free and so wild,
I’ll see who stands
before me
and know who’s on my side..

And when we learn the language
grasp each other’s faith,
our love will perfect us
and we’ll gather
with the brave..

deep silence
will restore us,
truth will set us free,
there’ll be
a deeper meaning
to our suffering… 


Posted in bringing real back, lockdown

Letting go…

Day 11. of Lockdown

“In the striving to something, you forget to be.”
― Paul Selig, The Book of Knowing and Worth: A Channeled Text

letting go

I felt lost,
my thoughts were scattered,
incoherent aspects
nothing mattered…
Gathering fragments
that are out of tune
I let them go in the afternoon… and spreading out
across the blues,
I began to glimpse
a higher view…

To be continued

Posted in bringing real back

Preaching to the choir…

“We must be trying to learn who we really are rather than trying to tell ourselves who we should be.”
― John Joseph Powell

preaching to the choir

Behind every picture
there’s a story,
behind affectation there are lies
the narrations we invent
the milieu
we justify…

returning to reality
is painful
when our brokenness
spills out
between shadows, we dance
between each lesson
we doubt…

We make secret vows in the darkness,
we preach to the choir,
our unsuspecting followers
expose our desires…

Art by Olivier

Posted in bringing real back

I see you!

I see you

When they say “I see you”
do you feel heard?
In a chasm of forbidden words…

buried deep
wounds appear,
pushing through,
prayers… And the brave
are found,
in rooms
of the unbound…

born of
courageous souls… in confessions,
unspoken things,
faith begins
to soar
on fragile wings…